I work in an office with a man to woman
ratio of 14 to 3. Needless to say, I love it. I wear short
skirts and sexy thigh highs or stockings, very high heels and
revealing blouses. I can't get enough of the attention that my
wardrobe brings me. When my boss calls me into his office for
dictation I make sure I bend a certain way to allow him a
glimpse of my most intimate parts. On good days I won't even
wear panties so sitting down becomes a game I play - Just how
much do I reveal?

At what point does he touch
me? When do I let him bend me over his desk? It will all
happen, but only when I am ready for it.

Sometimes it's more of a game to tease and see
how much the man can take. It turns me on to see their dick bulge
hard in their pants, straining for freedom, and the frustrated looks
that cross their face. Eventually I always give in though and then
it becomes me with the frustration, trying to be quiet as I cum in
the copier room, my pussy stuffed with the CEO's cock. I have been
known to spend hours beneath a cherry desk on more than one
occasion.

Most of my fellow co-workers refer to me as the office tramp. I am
the highest paid member on the clerical staff because I am not
afraid to work my pussy for the gold that it is. The stories I could
tell of executive officers becoming weak-kneed to fuck me, tales of
presidents begging me to ride their cock as we look out the window
of the 23rd floor, and late night work hours that have become top
notch orgies. I'm definitely the hot topic at the water cooler. Why
don't you call me and have a drink while I share my stories with
you, and see if I can get you off like I can all the others.